the big score

I dream of being
famous.
I dream of walking
down the streets
of London and Paris.
I dream of sitting
in cafes
drinking fine wines
and taking a taxi
back to a good
hotel.
I dream of meeting
beautiful ladies
in the hall.

I’d like to see
the city of my birth,
Andernach, Germany,
condemn it
then fly on to
Moscow to check out
their transit system
so I’d have something
to tell the mayor
when I came back to
have dinner with him
while
feeling his wife’s
legs
under the table.